You always get like that when me and Alex 'pop round'. But what did you think of the football?Lost my voice, ache all over from jumping up and down, and now on the way down from an all-time adrenalin high
Astonishing. Truly astonishing
Anyone here who knows who this Craig from Leicester is? Sounds like a nice bloke......
Well...good morning my footballing brethren.I apologise in advance for the following ramble but I am filled with delirium & whiskey in equal parts.
I have just lived through what will,hopefully for the rest of my life,be known as "The Man Utd Weekend"
It began on Friday night.I went out to dinner.Not just any dinner mind you.
Do you remember the woman in your life that you had the most flamingly intense relationship with? Ups,downs,passion,debates,arguments...& sex that strips paint off the walls? Well this was dinner with HER.Time has gone by,water has flowed under bridges,we are both now older,wiser & more centred.Dinner was fun,nothing was forced or awkward & a fine time was had.
That was supposed to be it really.But something else happened.At around the time I was expecting to be back at home I found myself in a state of what can only be described as reckless sexual abandon.All the while remembering things that i had forgotten about this woman & wondering how the **** it was even possible to forget! Lets just say that if she'd been present Mary Whitehouse would have spontaneously combusted with rage.Older readers will understand when I say that the level of filth reached would match that of a 1970s train station toilet.Younger readers can use their imagination.Anyhow...the upshot of all this is that as of this morning myself & the woman in question are now back at 'Item' status.So much so that her daughter (who between the ages of 8 & 12 I took to every City home game) rang me this morning in tears to welcome me back.She is now 20 & has a baby boy of her own...very strange.
Still mulling over this awesome development I settled in at home to watch the match & we all know what happened next.At full time I got a text from HER saying I must be pleased at the result & would I like to celebrate.Of course!..."where are we going?" Apparently we were going nowhere as she arrived on my doorstep 30 seconds later! Gentlemen...please picture this in your mind & tell me if you have ever heard better verbal foreplay than this..." I took a chance you wouldn't chuck a 2 goal lead so I came to help you celebrate.I left my knickers at home"
I've known marriages built on less!
Anyway...she left an hour ago & I am possibly the happiest man in England right now.
& to round it off,I had a 4/1 shot at Uttoxeter win by a head & had forgotten all about the bet until now! So thats the cost of dinner back in my pocket.
If Carlsberg made weekends...they'd still be ****ing shite compared to this one!
Well...good morning my footballing brethren.I apologise in advance for the following ramble but I am filled with delirium & whiskey in equal parts.
I have just lived through what will,hopefully for the rest of my life,be known as "The Man Utd Weekend"
It began on Friday night.I went out to dinner.Not just any dinner mind you.
Do you remember the woman in your life that you had the most flamingly intense relationship with? Ups,downs,passion,debates,arguments...& sex that strips paint off the walls? Well this was dinner with HER.Time has gone by,water has flowed under bridges,we are both now older,wiser & more centred.Dinner was fun,nothing was forced or awkward & a fine time was had.
That was supposed to be it really.But something else happened.At around the time I was expecting to be back at home I found myself in a state of what can only be described as reckless sexual abandon.All the while remembering things that i had forgotten about this woman & wondering how the **** it was even possible to forget! Lets just say that if she'd been present Mary Whitehouse would have spontaneously combusted with rage.Older readers will understand when I say that the level of filth reached would match that of a 1970s train station toilet.Younger readers can use their imagination.Anyhow...the upshot of all this is that as of this morning myself & the woman in question are now back at 'Item' status.So much so that her daughter (who between the ages of 8 & 12 I took to every City home game) rang me this morning in tears to welcome me back.She is now 20 & has a baby boy of her own...very strange.
Still mulling over this awesome development I settled in at home to watch the match & we all know what happened next.At full time I got a text from HER saying I must be pleased at the result & would I like to celebrate.Of course!..."where are we going?" Apparently we were going nowhere as she arrived on my doorstep 30 seconds later! Gentlemen...please picture this in your mind & tell me if you have ever heard better verbal foreplay than this..." I took a chance you wouldn't chuck a 2 goal lead so I came to help you celebrate.I left my knickers at home"
I've known marriages built on less!
Anyway...she left an hour ago & I am possibly the happiest man in England right now.
& to round it off,I had a 4/1 shot at Uttoxeter win by a head & had forgotten all about the bet until now! So thats the cost of dinner back in my pocket.
If Carlsberg made weekends...they'd still be ****ing shite compared to this one!
Well...good morning my footballing brethren.I apologise in advance for the following ramble but I am filled with delirium & whiskey in equal parts.
I have just lived through what will,hopefully for the rest of my life,be known as "The Man Utd Weekend"
It began on Friday night.I went out to dinner.Not just any dinner mind you.
Do you remember the woman in your life that you had the most flamingly intense relationship with? Ups,downs,passion,debates,arguments...& sex that strips paint off the walls? Well this was dinner with HER.Time has gone by,water has flowed under bridges,we are both now older,wiser & more centred.Dinner was fun,nothing was forced or awkward & a fine time was had.
That was supposed to be it really.But something else happened.At around the time I was expecting to be back at home I found myself in a state of what can only be described as reckless sexual abandon.All the while remembering things that i had forgotten about this woman & wondering how the **** it was even possible to forget! Lets just say that if she'd been present Mary Whitehouse would have spontaneously combusted with rage.Older readers will understand when I say that the level of filth reached would match that of a 1970s train station toilet.Younger readers can use their imagination.Anyhow...the upshot of all this is that as of this morning myself & the woman in question are now back at 'Item' status.So much so that her daughter (who between the ages of 8 & 12 I took to every City home game) rang me this morning in tears to welcome me back.She is now 20 & has a baby boy of her own...very strange.
Still mulling over this awesome development I settled in at home to watch the match & we all know what happened next.At full time I got a text from HER saying I must be pleased at the result & would I like to celebrate.Of course!..."where are we going?" Apparently we were going nowhere as she arrived on my doorstep 30 seconds later! Gentlemen...please picture this in your mind & tell me if you have ever heard better verbal foreplay than this..." I took a chance you wouldn't chuck a 2 goal lead so I came to help you celebrate.I left my knickers at home"
I've known marriages built on less!
Anyway...she left an hour ago & I am possibly the happiest man in England right now.
& to round it off,I had a 4/1 shot at Uttoxeter win by a head & had forgotten all about the bet until now! So thats the cost of dinner back in my pocket.
If Carlsberg made weekends...they'd still be ****ing shite compared to this one!
Well...good morning my footballing brethren.I apologise in advance for the following ramble but I am filled with delirium & whiskey in equal parts.
I have just lived through what will,hopefully for the rest of my life,be known as "The Man Utd Weekend"
It began on Friday night.I went out to dinner.Not just any dinner mind you.
Do you remember the woman in your life that you had the most flamingly intense relationship with? Ups,downs,passion,debates,arguments...& sex that strips paint off the walls? Well this was dinner with HER.Time has gone by,water has flowed under bridges,we are both now older,wiser & more centred.Dinner was fun,nothing was forced or awkward & a fine time was had.
That was supposed to be it really.But something else happened.At around the time I was expecting to be back at home I found myself in a state of what can only be described as reckless sexual abandon.All the while remembering things that i had forgotten about this woman & wondering how the **** it was even possible to forget! Lets just say that if she'd been present Mary Whitehouse would have spontaneously combusted with rage.Older readers will understand when I say that the level of filth reached would match that of a 1970s train station toilet.Younger readers can use their imagination.Anyhow...the upshot of all this is that as of this morning myself & the woman in question are now back at 'Item' status.So much so that her daughter (who between the ages of 8 & 12 I took to every City home game) rang me this morning in tears to welcome me back.She is now 20 & has a baby boy of her own...very strange.
Still mulling over this awesome development I settled in at home to watch the match & we all know what happened next.At full time I got a text from HER saying I must be pleased at the result & would I like to celebrate.Of course!..."where are we going?" Apparently we were going nowhere as she arrived on my doorstep 30 seconds later! Gentlemen...please picture this in your mind & tell me if you have ever heard better verbal foreplay than this..." I took a chance you wouldn't chuck a 2 goal lead so I came to help you celebrate.I left my knickers at home"
I've known marriages built on less!
Anyway...she left an hour ago & I am possibly the happiest man in England right now.
& to round it off,I had a 4/1 shot at Uttoxeter win by a head & had forgotten all about the bet until now! So thats the cost of dinner back in my pocket.
If Carlsberg made weekends...they'd still be ****ing shite compared to this one!
Pichers or it didn't happen
...I am particularly impressed by the re-invigoration of some players who were being written off by many as has-beens. Konchesky and King particularly, and Nugent who seems to be revelling in his new role, but I would also include (perhaps to the surprise of some) deLaet. He has his lapses defensively, but all round his game has lifted beyond belief. I saw him play his last game for Man U when they were beaten 3-0 by Fulham and he was woeful. Some of his early performances for City were far from inspiring....
they dont like it "up em" do they? lol
P | Pld | Pts | |
1 | Liverpool | 11 | 28 |
2 | Manchester C | 11 | 23 |
3 | Chelsea | 11 | 19 |
4 | Arsenal | 11 | 19 |
5 | Nottm F | 11 | 19 |
6 | Brighton | 11 | 19 |
7 | Fulham | 11 | 18 |
8 | Newcastle | 11 | 18 |
9 | Aston Villa | 11 | 18 |
10 | Tottenham | 11 | 16 |
11 | Brentford | 11 | 16 |
12 | Bournemouth | 11 | 15 |
13 | Manchester U | 11 | 15 |
14 | West Ham | 11 | 12 |
15 | Leicester | 11 | 10 |
16 | Everton | 11 | 10 |
17 | Ipswich | 11 | 8 |
18 | Palace | 11 | 7 |
19 | Wolves | 11 | 6 |
20 | Southampton | 11 | 4 |